Laurent didn't believe his words. It was obvious that he had deliberately taken advantage of her absence to sneak a bite. He knew that if he asked her to come out and eat together, she wouldn't have let him have any!
However, there was nothing she could do about it now. He had already eaten, and she couldn't really do anything about it. At least he had a little conscience and didn't eat it all.
She shot him a glare and angrily stormed into the kitchen, grabbed the utensils, and sat across from him at the dining table, not holding back at all in her impatience.
"You're done, so you should leave now, right?"
Dave pointed at the plate in front of him.
"I haven't finished yet."
The thickness of his skin made Laurent almost want to take his plate and refuse to give it back to him.
She ignored him and lowered her head to eat her own food.